After driving out of the Wang Family’s ancestral ho alone, Wang Sijing parked her car at the entrance of a private club. She walked into the lobby with familiar ease, and a waiter led her to a ticulously decorated luxurious tea room.
In the tea room, there was only an old man who looked as if he had no bones, lounging in a chair with a sinister smile on his face, asking, "Did you get the stuff?"
"Yes." Wang Sijing nodded slightly. She didn’t like this old man, a downtrodden creature with his tendons cut, yet able to bite a piece of flesh off his enemies! Wang Sijing really wanted to kill him with one stroke so that she wouldn’t have to see him again.
This old man was Kun Yun, who had taught Xu Dongxu the arts for ten years, before having the tendons in both his hands severed by Xu Xianrong, fleeing like a defeated dog.
Upon hearing that Xu Xianrong had co to Kanyue City with Lin Tian and others, he also followed the trail here, and the first "ally" he sought out was Wang Sijing of the Ancient Martial Wang Family.
The reason was simple - she was ruthless!
The result was exactly as he expected. They each proposed a demand, and reached a consensus with aligned interests!
Kun Yun would help Wang Sijing kill Lin Tian.
Wang Sijing would help Kun Yun kill Xu Xianrong.
It was that simple.
Besides a few apprentices, Kun Yun didn’t have much power. He needed the support of the fallen Wang Family.
anwhile, Wang Sijing valued the old man’s arts, regardless of good or evil. If it could kill Lin Tian, it was good art!
The scroll of forbidden techniques Wang Sijing had brought was also Kun Yun’s idea. He even instructed her on how to pass through those two almost deadly formations.
Wang Sijing once asked this old man how he knew so many of the Wang Family’s secrets. After all, the thod to pass those two death traps was unheard of.
But the old fox Kun Yun just leisurely replied, "A wise man has his ways, the secrets of heaven must not be revealed."
Once again, Wang Sijing had the urge to kill, but since the old man was still of use, she spared his life for the ti being!
...
Three days slipped by unnoticed, and by the ti they realized it, there was only an hour left before the concert started.
Jiang Pan Die had gained significant fa in the past two years, yet remained low-key, releasing new songs and music videos unpredictably, never participating in comrcial performances, variety shows, or acting in films, though she had appeared on a few major interviews.
Her popularity never waned, and in the absence of any news, discussions on major forums, ssage boards, and instant ssaging apps were exceptionally lively.
Once a new song or music video was released, it would shoot up the charts almost overnight and dominate them for weeks.
This "Butterfly Effect" concert was not just a single event. Kanyue City’s arena was just the first stop, with further tours planned in Lu Zhou, Mingzhu, South City, and other locations nationwide over ti.
The news was publicized during the festival, and all eighty thousand tickets sold out within three hours. Even now, an outer ticket priced at 388 has almost doubled in resale value due to high demand.
The front-row seats, however, remained unobtainable regardless of price.
Fans could begin entering the venue an hour and a half before the concert began. To avoid severe incidents like stampedes, the Black Gold Security team was stationed every few steps to maintain order, allowing everything to run smoothly, with ninety-nine percent of seats filled within half an hour.
On the big screen, music videos and pre-recorded clips from Jiang Pan Die played, which the audience watched with great interest. Whenever songs began, they sang along, and for the rapid-paced raps, they humd along to the rhythm, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
Outside the arena, there were also many fans who didn’t have tickets but could still hear and interact with the music playing inside.
...
Lin Tian wore a set of loose, red hip-hop attire, with a cartoon character modeled after him on the front that looked both handso and cute. The back was adorned with small yellow stars, flashing in the light dazzlingly.
Whether the stars or the cartoon image, they were painstakingly embroidered thread by thread in three days by top-notch artisans, reflecting the value of personalized clothing.
Jiang Pan Die was also dressed in a red hip-hop outfit, with a cartoon character of herself on the front and a crescent moon on the back.
It looked very much like couple’s attire.
Teacher Jieti and his two assistants had spent a long ti doing Lin Tian’s hair, even putting light makeup on his face.
Actually, Lin Tian didn’t like people fiddling with his head, but for the sake of the performance, he cooperated quietly.
Once the styling was set, there were only half an hour left before the show, and Lin Tian, holding Liou Qingcheng’s hand, said, "I’m a bit nervous, what should I do..."
After speaking, he leaned towards Liou Qingcheng like a little bird snuggling against her shoulder.
"Pfft~"
Liou Qingcheng covered her delicate lips and laughed. She pointed a finger at Lin Tian’s head and teased, "You’re nervous? I don’t believe it. Don’t use it as an excuse to lean on , people are watching."
Having his thoughts seen through, Lin Tian didn’t feel embarrassed at all, instead shalessly leaning more towards Liou Qingcheng. Let them watch, they were just envious!
Honestly, Lin Tian was indeed a bit nervous. There were over eighty thousand people out there! Except on the screen, he had never seen such a large crowd before. How could he not feel intimidated?
Before long, the VCR outside had finished playing, and the big screen displayed a countdown.
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
Eighty thousand people shouted simultaneously, their voices roaring thunderously. As the number reached ’0’, the sound system emitted the sound of ’wind blowing through the forest, thunder rolling’.
Upon hearing this sound, countless people cried out because they saw a clear and handso figure appear at the stage entrance.
"Jiang Pan Die!"
"Jiang Pan Die!"
"Jiang Pan Die..."
These three words beca the only sound at the scene, accompanied by applause and cheers from countless people, so even red-faced from blowing whistles, holding support signs.
Seeing the adorable and charming fans, Jiang Pan Die couldn’t help but shed tears of emotion. She bent down in a ninety-degree bow, then smiled at the audience below, waiting for them to gradually quiet down and focus their gazes on her. Only then did Jiang Pan Die gently speak into the microphone, "Thank you all for your support. I truly appreciate your enthusiasm, it’s all rembered in my heart."
Moved by the atmosphere, Jiang Pan Die was emotionally stirred, even becoming slightly incoherent, which elicited laughter from the audience.
"I know you have many questions for , but please be patient, there will be a Q&A session later. Now I’d like to invite a friend and partner to join in presenting you with ’Invitation to Wine: Do Not Stop Drinking’."
Whoa~
The audience was in an uproar. Inviting a partner in the opening song?
Nobody had received a hint about this, who could it be?
Everyone speculated, and several guesses surfaced.
Just then, the music inside had already started.
A lodious flute introduced an ear-pleasing guzheng sound, with a hidden elent of Thunder God Drum in between.
As the drumbeat grew louder, a spotlight fell on the entrance of the stage, and a handso young man in red clothes walked towards the center of the stage to the rhythm of the drum.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Each beat of the drum, or rather each step of that young man, synchronized with the heartbeat of everyone in the audience.
Everyone instinctively held their breath, eager to identify who it was.
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